Your Reward (BC)

You flip over the spoils of your victory, and oh man, is this one a doozy.

_Show some love: The loser on this card must go down on their opponent. This is a mean game, so it’s nice to give something back. Also, because you’re such a lady/gentleman, the loser shouldn’t trouble the winner to inflict any pain. Instead, grab a history textbook between your feet, point your feet as high as you can above your crotch, and let go.

“Nice!” You shout, basking in your victory. “So, I get a blowie and you get hit in the crotch? Should’ve just shown me this card and I would’ve been in, no doubt!”

“You already didn’t hesitate much.” She responds. “I think you already thought there was a chance of a blowjob.” Charlotte points to the bed. “C’mon, lie down there. Let’s get this over with.”

“You’re such a romantic.” You taunt her, cherishing you’re victory. “You’d be acting similarly if you knew you were about to take a few pounds worth of history to your babymakers.” She says, glumly.

A few strokes later, you’re at full mast, and Charlotte begins to suck on the tip of your cock. She wraps her tongue around it, darting in at the sensitive head before returning to the more lengthy shaft.

You breathe in deeply and let out a moan of encouragement. Her bright blue eyes lock with yours, and she plunges your cock deeper into her throat as her lips envelops more of your penis in her warm mouth.

You gasp, just about ready to burst before she suddenly removes your cock from her mouth, and you come back from the edge. “Not now.” She says. “I wouldn’t want to spoil your reward.

Coming back from cloud 9, you realize she’s right. “You’re cruel.” You mutter to her.

“No,” she responds, planting her ass into the ground, tossing her hair back, and grabbing her history book. “This is going to be cruel. Come on, line this up for me?” She asks, her hips at a 90-degree angle, with the hardcover book between her legs.

You shake your head. “I don’t want you taking the spine. Flip it, and take the other end.” She shudders. “You’re even crueler than I thought.”

You line it up, straight over her pussy lips. You start to see a bit of fear in her eyes where there wasn’t previously. “Ready?” She gulps. I guess that’s as good an answer as you’ll get.

Charlotte drops the book, and it SLAMS straight into her pussy. She lets out a pained moan, and fetches a box of tissues.. “You’re such an asshole.” She spreads her legs again, grimacing as she does so. “I have paper cuts on my pussy because of you!”

You respond, “No, you have paper cuts on your pussy because you didn’t use like a 5 pound weight or something. Plus, those don’t even look that bad. They’re not even bleeding!”

“Yeah, but they feel bad.” Charlotte responds, now pouting.

You gain 10 stamina.

Charlotte loses 20 stamina and 5 bladder control.